Headstrong and confident, Mira was trained from a young age to be an assassin of the supernatural kind. Trained by her uncles in the "family business". Now at the age of twenty, fueled by the death of her brother and her thirst for vengeance, Mira h...
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My head was swimming through aqua sea water, as I returned to the perfectly furnished penthouse provided by my mysterious employers. Setting my belongs down, the envelope fell to the white marble floor with a slap and taught me a lesson on just how well the acoustics of this place sounded. Whatever was in it was heavy. It piqued my interest, some.
Why couldn't my uncle just tell me who I was working for? Had I been one for betting, I would have put good money on the fact that Uncle Stefanus didn't even know himself. He was probably willfully ignorant of all the details because he was enjoying the above-average payout. I love the man, but I am not one to be left in the dark. A fact he knew, but always seemed to skirt around.
Trying to create a sense of what had happened, my mind ran a muck with millions of probabilities. I never disobeyed orders. Being the good super assassin, put me in high demand. My mind however, wouldn't rest knowing there was a better way to complete this mission successfully.Then my conscious got the better of me, running through scenarios as to why someone like me was even needed for a mission like this. There were so many other capable assassins who could babysit a rich playboy, right? The only thing that created even an iota of understanding was that maybe someone thought he was in league with an enemy. Perhaps someone thought his enemy/coworkers would ultimately turn him and someone wanted to keep that from happening. Or, someone had it all wrong, and Hawke didn't have anything to do with an enemy! The not knowing nagged at me. Nothing made logical sense with the little bit of information I had to date. There was no way around it; I was going to have to be blunt with Uncle Stefanus on our call this morning. He was not allowed to leave me guessing like this.
Perhaps some Tai Chi would clear my frustration. As I walked to the center of the room, I allowed myself to take in the beauty and elegance of my penthouse perks. Stylish and contemporary, this employer had set me up in the "rich" part of town. Ok. Was he showing off or did the gorgeous view out of the sixth floor (floor to ceiling) window hold any important clues or vantage points?
Certainly the second bedroom was overkill. Not just because it was decorated for a queen but because I was in no-way expecting company. It was more than I would need, so was that part of the ruse? Even if they were the one footing the bill, I in no way expected my mysterious benefactor to have a sleepover. They can pick up a phone like a normal person. Or, better yet, just send a text.
The entire living space was filled with very sleek black and silver ritzy furniture giving the space a modern, designer vibe. Having reached the center of the room, I stood in my Tai Chi stance and began my practiced breathing that accompanied my regimented, daily water like movements, creating a ball of energy to move around from side to side.
The push and pull of each movement of energy, the calm of my muscles reacting to enlightened vibes I put myself into was an exhilarating feeling for me. The more my body hummed with pure energy, the clearer I could concentrate and make myself relax. From head to toe, the back and forth of the energy dissipating and flowing from my fingers and out of me, made for a feather like feeling inside of me. Inhaling, I stood tall, then bent, exhaling as I did so. Aqua eyes blurred through my mind, momentarily breaking my focus. Forget about it, not gonna happen.
